TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[babbylon]

[But Rider, you're not careful at... oh, you clever devil. And fortunately for you, your old friend has been sated by good wine and women alike, so he just shrugs the instant chumminess off instead of flying into an appropriate rage over it.]

No worse than that boisterous King of Conquerors. [Translation: hey. Good to see a familiar face.] Death has not done you unkindness, I see. Count your blessings, Servant, that you might fight me with full strength.

[getinthechariot]

[Rider cannot figure who is unluckier here for the King of Heroe's arrival - the Unseelie or the Seelie. Either way, he's bound to have a ball]

Not at all, on either count. I have been returned to the living once again, as hale and hearty as ever, and I am nowhere near my full strength right now.

It seems that upon my arrival, a fair number of the tools at my disposal were made unavailable to me.

[babbylon]

Indeed. I believe my treasury has gone missing, as well.

[Ordinarily a Master might scold him for giving away such a vital weakness, but Gilgamesh is without a master and also without any concern for the threat Rider poses. Their equal standing does not extend beyond their status as Servants and Kings.

He wonders if Rider still knows that, and would still throw himself into a suicidal charge against him. While he would chide his foolishness, he could never condemn his bravery. Waver serves a worthy liege.]

No matter. It will be returned to me, and all will be as it should. Surely you recognize destiny when it bears down upon you, Rider.

[getinthechariot]

[Nah, not at the moment. He's much more content to eat Waver's food and drink whatever he can get his hands on. But he wouldn't hesitate if he had to]

Destiny? Bah - the only destiny I acknowledge is the destiny I make with my own two hands!

[Although he doesn't sound angry or scornful when he says this. More like someone who's just that self-assured]

[babbylon]

You only make a fool of yourself with those oafish paws of yours.

[But it's banter exchanged in good spirits. Gilgamesh would rather consult with the familiar enemy than take chances with strangers of unknown alliances. This man, at least, can be trusted to give his word and honor it. And that counts for a lot in Gilgamesh's eyes.]

We are Servants, and in this conspirators. What of this realm? What of it differs from our own? Speak and I shall listen.

[getinthechariot]

Only if we're drinking the good wine, my friend.

[Punctuated with a wink]

Indeed. And it is quite different - the regular bonds from the Throne and between our Masters do not seem to exist here. Or at least not in the same manner.

Our disconnection from that which is ours has already been made clear.

[babbylon]

Please me further and perhaps I might bring it.

[...well, bring enough for everyone else, anyway. Gilgamesh bringing enough for himself is kind of a given. But even the haughty King acknowledges the helpful information with a nod; it confirms his suspicions and assures him that they've entered on equal footing.

Sort of. He'll still be standing one inch taller than the next tallest man, of course.]

I'm surprised you haven't toppled those Thrones over already, affront to your credo as they are. Have you turned lazy? [No, the more likely answer is...] Or has that boy stayed your hand?

[getinthechariot]

Oho-! We shall see, then!

[The last bit makes him smirk, though]

Why, whatever makes you think so? But... King of Heroes... you aren't envious, are you?

[babbylon]

[Slow. Steady. Blink.]

Of what, exactly?

[getinthechariot]

[So trying not to laugh]

Well, with the way you put the emphasis on "boy" there, it was only natural to assume...

[babbylon]

[Oh. Him. Right. About that...]

He's older than I remember. Somehow.

[getinthechariot]

Indeed he is! It's been several years for him, since he saw either of us.

Although he seems to be about twice as tall as he was before!

[babbylon]

Oh? Then perhaps it is not I who envies, but you who remains overly fond of your charge, from the sounds of it.

[His tone suggests he's teasing. Or as much as Gilgamesh ever does, without it hinging on teasingly murderous territory.]

[getinthechariot]

I never said I wasn't! Then it must be a combination!

[Who wouldn't be overly fond of him? He's hilarious! But he isn't letting Archer cop out like that]

[babbylon]

[Well, he's not letting Rider cop out, either. Fair's fair, Not Friend.]

Keep him out of sight and out of trouble, then, before I steal him away. There are several uses I could think of...

[getinthechariot]

[Only the best of Not Friends]

Hoh? Not that I think he'll have trouble with that, but what uses exactly?